Ethan walked through the front gate fearlessly.
Night sat heavy over the tents. Cookfires still burned. Guards walked the inner ring like this was any other watch.
His agility was maxed. His feet barely touched the dirt. He did not use the Lightning Step skill. He did not need it yet. The extra speed in his legs closed the first thirty yards before the nearest sentry finished turning his head.
Dragonfang burned in his right hand. Dragonfrost smoked cold on his left. He fed both blades a thin thread of MP as he moved.
[MP: 148/160]
The first Orc raised an axe. Ethan went under it and opened the green throat with Dragonfang. The fire tooth burned through the hide and meat like paper. The Orc did not scream. He dropped.
The second one took Dragonfrost in the ribs. Ice burst from the wound and locked him mid-swing. Ethan kicked the frozen body aside and kept going.
Behind him, three howls tore the night open.
